Lauren's voice came from the door of the bathroom. "Nightgowns are in the locker of the bathroom. Besides, there are brand-new custom clothes and shoes in the cloakroom. Mrs. Gibson, you are at liberty to use them. If there is anything needed, you can tell me. I'll get some more for you."
"I see. Thank you." Although Lauren's voice was as cold as Gill's, sounding uncomfortable, Esther didn't care much about it. She just thought that maybe that's all wealthy families do.
"Breakfast begins at seven thirty every morning. Don't lie in until eight o'clock again. Mrs. Gibson, I hope you will keep it in mind."
"Alright."
"Mr. Terence is in poor health. He usually needs to rest. He doesn't like to be disturbed. Mrs. Gibson, I hope that you won't disturb him too much."
"Alright." Esther heaved a sigh of relief. This was simply something she wanted!